You see, I never liked to be controlled by a man. When I first met my husband, I made sure that I trained him well before I married him. Friends would ask how did you find such an attentive husband and I would always reply “you have to train them early on”.

Our major disagreement has always been sex and I’ve keep him pretty much under control by turning him down whenever he got too greedy but it has always been a chore for me to say no just the same. Then I saw a film about eunuchs and I got to thinking that maybe this would be a reasonable solution to our problem. I discovered that eunuchs are able to have sex, assuming that they keep their penis, just that it is under control. “It would certainly save me a lot of aggravation fighting with my husband over sex all the time”, I told myself.

“Husband”, I said, “we’re going to have to do something about reducing your sex drive so that the both of us are happy. You’re always frustrated and I’m always aggravated when you continually ask for it. How about we consider having you fixed? It’s not as extreme as it might sound. We’ll still be able to make love just like before.”

It took several months of convincing my husband that this was the right move but in the end he agreed to go ahead and have the procedure done on him. After all, like I said, I had trained him well and I knew what to say to get him to agree to my suggestion. I would say things like, “you know, without these always making so much trouble” as I fondled his testicles, “life would be very nice for the both of us”. Or I would reach between his legs from behind while he stood naked in front of a full-length mirror and pull them back to show him what he would look like without balls and tell him how much I liked the look on him as his cute penis dangled downward.

The biggest issue was finding someone to perform the operation. We eventually had to fly out of the country to have it done. We went to a clinic in Mexico that performed castrations regularly in an out-patient setting. I got to watch while the doctor cut out both of my husband’s balls and sewed him back up. It really was amazing, and even erotic, watching my man being neutered.

We spent two weeks vacationing on a Mexican beach, while my husband healed and we returned home, tanned, rested and ready to start our new life together.

I have to say that for me, I’ve had more interest in making love now than before my husband’s emasculation, while for him, he has little desire, as we expected. That doesn’t mean that he’s not willing and able to perform when I want it; sex is still great for the both of us.

It is ironic that in reality our sexual roles are now reversed. The thought of my husband being ball-less makes me want to screw him more for some strange reason, while his gelding has made him pretty much disinterested in sex. You can definitely say that we are both happy now.